Fruits of labour
My brother used my football boots recently, and he got them dirtier than usual.
He went into the garden to wash and clean my boots and i watched from my second floor window (unbeknownst to him) and for some strange reason, after like 10 minutes i derived alot of pleasure watching him clean my boots. I never actually wanted him to clean them but now i’m thinking…
Darn noob they better be spotless.
